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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.