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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.