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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.