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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.