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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Echospace,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.