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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Nico,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.