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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.