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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.