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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Nico,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.