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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Technova to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.