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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.