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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.