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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.