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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Wire to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.