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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Mars,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.