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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.