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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.