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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.