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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.