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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
CMW,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Cymande,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.