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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.