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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.