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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.