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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Crime,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.