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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.