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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.