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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.