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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.