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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Visage to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.