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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.