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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.