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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.