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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.