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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.