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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.