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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Index,
cv313,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.