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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.