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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.