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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.