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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
CMW,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.