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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
MC5,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.