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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
AZ,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.