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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.