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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxette to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.