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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.