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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.