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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Swans,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.