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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.