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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s 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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Names,
UT,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.