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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.