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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.