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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.