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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.