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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.