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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.