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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.