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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.