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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.