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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Jandek,
UT,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.