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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.