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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.