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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.