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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.