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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Magma,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.