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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.