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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.