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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.