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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.