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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.