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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '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 Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Crime,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.