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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.