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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
The Remains,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.