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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.