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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.