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 Chad 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.