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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Main Source 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.