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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.