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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
June Days,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.