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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.