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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Faust,
John Cale,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.