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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.