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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Names,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.