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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.