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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.