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 Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Liliput 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.