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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.