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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.