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 Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Faust,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.