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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
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.