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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
DNA,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.