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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.