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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.