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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.