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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.