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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.