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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.