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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Wings,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.