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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.