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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.