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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.