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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
X-102,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.