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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.