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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
the Association,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.