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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Yaz,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.