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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.