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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.