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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.