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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Sound to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.