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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
a-ha,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
the Slits,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.