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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.