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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Index,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.