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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.