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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.