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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.