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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.