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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Brick,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.