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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.