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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.