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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.