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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.