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 China and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.