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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.