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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.