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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
The Cure,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.