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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.