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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
ABC,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.