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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.