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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
PIL,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.