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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Wire,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.