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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.