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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.