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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.