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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Television,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.