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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.