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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.