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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.