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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.