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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.