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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.