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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.