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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.