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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.