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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.