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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Scion,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.