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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.