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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.