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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.