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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.