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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.