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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.