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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.