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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
UT,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.