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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.