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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.