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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.