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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Nas,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.