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 India and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.