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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.