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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.