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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.