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 Slovakia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Can,
Monks,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.