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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.