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 China and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Technova,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.