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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.