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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.