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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.