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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.