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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.