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 Suriname and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
New Order,
PIL,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.