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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.