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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.