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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
X-102,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.