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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
JFA,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.