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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.