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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Magma,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.