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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.