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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.