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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.