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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
the Association,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.