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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.