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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.