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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.