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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.