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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.