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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.