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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.