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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.