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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.