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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Nico,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.