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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Organ,
Amazonics,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.