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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.