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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.