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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.