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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.