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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.