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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.