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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.