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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.