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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.