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 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.