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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.