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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.