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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
June Days,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.