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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.