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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.