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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.