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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.