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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.