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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.