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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.