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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.