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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.