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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
UT,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.