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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Monks,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.