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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.