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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.