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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Starr 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.