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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.