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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.