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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Magma,
Nas,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.