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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.