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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.