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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.