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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.