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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.