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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.