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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.