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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.