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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.