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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.