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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.