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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.