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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.