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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.