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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.