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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.