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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.