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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.