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 India and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.