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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.