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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
The Monks,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.