Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
This Heat,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.