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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Nas,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Kayak,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.