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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.