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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Swans,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.