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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.