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 Syria and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.