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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
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.