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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.