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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.