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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.