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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
the Germs,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.