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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Television,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.