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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.