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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.