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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.