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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.