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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.