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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Wire,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.