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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.