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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.