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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.