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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.