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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.