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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.