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 Burkina 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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 Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
New Order,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.