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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
DNA,
Josef K,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.