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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.