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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.