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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.