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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.