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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.