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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.