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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.