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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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.