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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.