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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.