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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.