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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.