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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.