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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fatback Band 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.