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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.