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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.