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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.