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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.