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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Nico,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Hoover,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.