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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.