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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
MDC,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.