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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.