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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.