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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.