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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.