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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.