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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.