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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.