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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
June Days,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.