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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.