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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.