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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.