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 Gambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Newcleus,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.