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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.