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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Index,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.