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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.