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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.