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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.