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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.