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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.