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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.