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 Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
the Association,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.