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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.