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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.