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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.