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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.