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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.