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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.