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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.