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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
X-101,
Scientists,
The Evens,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.