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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Fear,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.