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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.