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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.