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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Monks to the rap 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.