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 France and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.