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 China and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.