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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.