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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.