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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.