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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
cv313,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.