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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.