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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Smog,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.