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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.