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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Can,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.