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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.