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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.