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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.