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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.