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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
X-101,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.