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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Brick,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.