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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Franke,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.