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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.