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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.