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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.