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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Japan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.