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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.