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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.