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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Gong,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.