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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.