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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.