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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.