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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.