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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.