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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.