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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 The Cure to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.