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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.