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 Bolivia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.