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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.