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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABC to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.