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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
UT,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.