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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.