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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.