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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.