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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.