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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.