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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
AZ,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.