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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.