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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Magma,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.