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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.