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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.