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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Fear,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.