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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.