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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Smog,
The Toasters,
X-102,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.