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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.