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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.