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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.