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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
MDC,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.