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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
JFA,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.