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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.