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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.