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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.