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 Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.