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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.