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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.