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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.