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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.