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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.