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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.