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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.