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 Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.