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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.