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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.