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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.