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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.