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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.