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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Skaos,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.