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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.