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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Suicide,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.