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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Swans,
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