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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.