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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.