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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté 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?
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.