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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.