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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.