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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.