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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.