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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.