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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 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 ABC to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.