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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.