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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.