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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.