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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.