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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.