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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Mars,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.