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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Happenings,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.