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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.