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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.