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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Smog,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.