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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.