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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.