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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.