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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.