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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.