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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.