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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.