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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.