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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.