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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
UT,
Gong,
The Litter,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.