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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.