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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.