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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.