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 Italy 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.