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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.