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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.