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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Technova,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.