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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.