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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.