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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.