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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.