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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.