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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.