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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.