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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.