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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Can,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.