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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.