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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.