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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.