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 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.