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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Can,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Monks,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Scientists,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.