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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.