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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.