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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.