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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.