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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.