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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.