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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 JFA to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
UT,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
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.