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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.