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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.