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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.