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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.