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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.