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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.