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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.