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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.