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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.