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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.