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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.