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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.