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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
a-ha,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.