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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.