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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.