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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.