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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.