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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.