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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.