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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.