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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.