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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.