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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.