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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
UT,
Suicide,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Wings,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.