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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.