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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.