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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.