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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.