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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.