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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.