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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
the Association,
The Index,
Index,
10cc,
The Evens,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.