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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Little Man,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.