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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.