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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.