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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.