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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
CMW,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.