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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.