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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.