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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.