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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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?
X-101,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.