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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.