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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
X-101,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.