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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.