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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Skaos 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 electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.