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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
The Cure,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.