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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.