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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Visage,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.