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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.