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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.