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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.