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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Mars,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.