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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 ABBA to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.