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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Japan,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.