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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Index,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
MDC,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.