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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.