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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
EPMD,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.