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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
ABC,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.