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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.