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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.